After graduating from university, Yun Xing stumbled into a world that wasn't hers by a twist of fate.
In a private room adorned with gilded carvings and painted in lavish colors, she spotted Lu Chengqi seated at the head of the table. He was surrounded by admirers, yet seemed completely out of place. His long fingers dangled half a cigarette, still smoldering, as he turned his head to gaze at the smoke-filled room with utter boredom.
As if there were nothing he liked.
They said that among the many spoiled young heirs of powerful families, the young master of the Lu family had the best looks. Unfortunately, he was a carefree nihilist who had no interest in cigarettes, alcohol, women, or gambling.
No one knew that before long, he would be holding her around the waist by the Huai'an River, where every inch of land was worth a fortune. His eyes would be dark and dazed as he sank into the sofa, kissing her lips again and again before asking, "Are you sure you won't regret this?"
When their agreement expired, she put herself back together and left for Sucheng, taking everything she owned and leaving not a single word behind. She decided their beautiful dream had run its course, and it was time to wake up.
But aboard a cruise ship, with the sea breeze teasing her skirt, she opened her door wearing a fitted nightdress and unexpectedly fell into those same shadowed eyes once again.
Their eyes met, and the waves surged.
"Fine," the man said, his anger spilling into a laugh. "You slept with me and then ran off."
*
Later, no matter what gathering they were at, Lu Chengqi would disdainfully shove away any friend who was smoking.
"Keep your distance. If I go home smelling of smoke, she won't even let me hold her."
His friend: "..."
Damn it, who was the one who said he wasn't a lovesick fool?
Reporter x Young Master
Theme: The point of a romance novel is to write the leads kissing. Don't overthink it.
